Preparing to prepare to make some preparations…

I’m not telling the truth, of course. We’ve made dozens, nay, hundreds of decisions, arrangements, reservations, purchases, sales…you know, preparations. But going to India with a backpack and a computer bag, with no intention of ever coming back to the US…it’s a lot of work. It’s not so much because we have a lot of stuff. We lived on boats for eight years, and we did our biggest purge until now when first moving aboard. James and I both had significant book collections, and selling my bachelor’s degree in English Literature’s worth of books was heart-rending. Moving from that boat to a smaller boat was easy in comparison, and mostly consisted of purging our oldest, hole-iest, and most worked-in clothing. We kept all of the tools. So right now, looking around my life, it seems pretty damn spartan. I see a dull green and maroon plaid loveseat that is so pathetic that my dad refused to take it when he moved into his new place. I see a scratchy red covered chair with laminated wooden D-shapes that form the arm-leg combos. I see a bookshelf, almost completely empty. And I see so much random junk. We packed up a huge suitcase with everything that we want kept safe but don’t want to take along. We’ll be sending that to James’ brother, Larry. And that means that everything else I see – every single thing – will either be packed in my backpack and lugged all over India, or it’s junk. And I see a lot of junk. Don’t get me wrong – there’s some good junk. I have a sex toy collection that, even with the unsanitizables thrown away, nearly fills one entire hiking-style backpack. I really hope that someone wants it. We have small, tightly packed, much prized hordes[…]

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